There is indeed no peotry in my soul. Nor is there any poetry.
Fucking Pam Ayres/Roger McGough fucking bollocks.

No-one since the romantic poets has written any 'peotry' that's not complete GASH. Fuck off Seamus Heaney, Sylvia Plath - the lot of 'em. Wankers.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:37, 2 replies, latest was 13 years ago)

That much is evident; that didn't even rhyme.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:39, Reply)

It's all about the meter, you fucking wankstain.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:39, Reply)

Just for that I'm going to kick you in the shin at JeffSTOCK.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:41, Reply)

I'll drown you in the fucking Severn first, you knob jockey.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:42, Reply)

I'll set my wife on you.
It'll be like 1940's Germany all over again.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:43, Reply)

*goes all misty-eyed*

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:45, Reply)

You probably would when faced with one of her farts.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:46, Reply)

*climbs back into platinum-plated, steam-powered bomber, nods to Lemmy and flies off into the wide blue yonder intent on adventure*

( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:40, Reply)

*Lemmy avoids eye contact embarrassedly and pretends not to have noticed*

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:41, Reply)

Lemmy is my co-pilot you terrible bender and we sneer at you.

( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Fri 13 Apr 2012, 14:52, Reply)